All Chapters of Abandoned At The Altar By My Mate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

A Desperate Plan“Leaving the city is our best shot,” Jace said, his voice steady but laced with concern as he leaned against the worn-out table, glancing at each of them in turn. “He’s too powerful here. We’d be safer somewhere else. Anywhere else.”Adrian's gaze flickered to him, his face hardening, his jaw clenched, and he slowly shook his head. The others awaited in strained silence, each holding their breath."No," Adrian said firmly. "He'll find us wherever we go." His voice, though soft, carried conviction. "Callum's not going to stop hunting us just because we leave town. He's too connected. He has eyes everywhere.Flora stood at the window, her fingers tracing the edge of the peeling curtain as she stared out into the night. Her mind was racing, every thought pulled in different directions, but one thing was clear—running wasn't the answer. It never was.So, we hide and wait for him to find us?" Flora's voice cut through the tension, sharp and defiant. She turned back to the

Would He Save Her?The stillness of the night was thick, smothering, as Adrian stood in the middle of the abandoned train yard, utterly alone. Steady, every muscle in his body on high alert, every instinct screaming to move, to act, but unable. Yet.He wasn't scared. Not anymore. It was finally here-the moment that had been coming for so long. The moment that would either break him or finally give him the chance to break free of the hell his brother had dragged him into.The air was heavy with the rusty smell, faint, and somewhere, the creaking and groaning of old metal maintained an uncanny silence. Adrian's eyes roamed over the dark nook of the yard after another in search of. well, nothing. Yet.Footsteps echoed in the distance, growing closer. He didn't have to turn around to know who they belonged to. He didn't need to see Callum to know this was the moment he'd been waiting for.A shadow stretched across the ground, and then Callum stepped into view, flanked by his usual group o

The Poison in the Veins"Flora, wake up." a voice seemed to call from somewhere far off, but to Flora all she could perceive was the knocking in her ears. Her eyelids fluttered open, and the first feeling that hit her was the stinging cold, which pierced the thin fabric of her clothes. A throb coursed through her whole body, a dull ache inside that made her head feel like it was full of cotton. The gunshot, the bloodcurdling scream-they still lingered in her mind, yet now they seemed so far away, fuzzy, some kind of nightmare happening to somebody else. Then, in an instant, panic set in.Adrian…" she whispered to herself, her heart slamming against her ribcage as she tried to recall his face, his voice-anything that would remind her that he was there, that he was still with her.She jerked upright, but a searing pain in her side made her gasp and wince. She looked down with trembling hands and realized, to her horror, that she was lying on the cold, unforgiving concrete floor of what

The CountdownTick.Tick.Tick.The clock on the wall isn't loud. It's quiet, steady. To Adrian, however, each elapsing second is a hammer striking his skull.His wrists are raw from fighting against the ropes, and the drug they pumped into his veins still clings to him like a thick fog. His limbs feel heavy as lead, his muscles lethargic, but his brain is working- much too fast, much too slow, flickering between memories and the cold, hard present.Flora.Where was she?The last thing he remembers is the gunshot. Her scream. The sound of something heavy hitting the ground. Then—nothing. Just darkness.A door creaks open.Adrian’s head jerks up, sharp pain slicing through the back of his skull. His vision blurs, then clears, but the figure standing in the doorway is nothing but a silhouette.Boots against concrete. Slow, measured steps.Then, a voice.Low. Gravelly. Familiar.“You’re still breathing.”Adrian stiffens. That voice. It’s impossible.“…Derek?”The man steps forward, and f

The UnravellingThe room is too quiet.Flora's breathing is shallow, her wrists raw from the ropes that had bound them for hours. Or maybe longer. Time has blurred, stretched into something shapeless, endless. She wants to scream just to break the silence, but she swallows it down, forcing herself to stay still. Stay aware.Then—Footsteps.Not the slow, heavy kind meant to intimidate. These are quick, precise. Controlled.Her heart slams against her ribs as the door creaks open.She makes herself not to hope. Hope is dangerous. Hope is a lie.But then she sees him.Not Adrian."Lorne?" Her voice barely makes it past her throat.He steps inside, his dark eyes scanning the room, jaw tight. "We need to go. Now."Flora sways as she pushes herself up, her body sluggish, weak. The drugs are still in her system, making everything feel distant, like she's moving through water. But she doesn't stop."Where's Adrian?" Her voice is hoarse, but the urgency cuts through.Lorne doesn't answer imme